Better Me

CHAPTER 3

• Rael's Pov

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Somehow I'm on a date with Azrael's girlfriend.
I wouldn't consider it a date, more like a friendly meetup.

Nevermind, she still doesn't know that I'm not Azrael. I can tell. She's been talking about taxes the whole entire time. I'm practically itching for an intriguing conversation.

She had her tiny little hands wrapped around my biceps, and I wanted to push them off. It was uncomfy as fuck.

This was actually the only time I wanted to go home to Az and cuddle her again. It's insane, I don't even like her. Romance and love? Pfft. Absolute bullshit. You fall In love, you make a mistake, you two fight, you two separate. Same shit, different toilet.

"...So, do you mind lending me some money, bub?"
She squeaked.
I'm a hair away from ripping her head off and shoving it up her anal. Not only was she an insensitive bitch of a woman, she was also a gold digger. Lucky me, indeed...

"What for?"
I coughed out impatiently.
"It's for my mother's funeral."
"Lucky mom.."
"What?"
I clapped a hand over my mouth. That slipped out. Woops.

Goddamnit, Rael. Pack your pessimistic statements and fuck off somewhere.

"..I mean, she's lucky. Because she has such a wonderful daughter to provide for her casket."
After I finished saying that, her face immediately reddened. Kinda reminded me of Az.

Oh yeah. Az:)

...I miss seeing her smile. It's only been a few hours since I left home for this damn date, fuck. What's wrong with me.

"..You think so? Do you really think that I'm wonderful?"
My thoughts went to my lips, curving into a scowl. Bitch??? Didn't I just say that?? Fucking attention seeker.

I gulped. I needed to be realistic here.
"...Yeah. But just so you know, I'm not really that rich to provide for a funeral. I already have someone at home."
"You're cheating on me?!"
"....No, yes— no. She's..."
I panicked, trying to think of a title to give Az. I couldn't possibly tell her that Az is my other half and her boyfriend split his happiness and sadness into two. She's gonna treat me like a call center agent, yelling into my fucking ear.

"........ She's my roommate."
I finally uttered out. Her expression was twisted, curved and convex with skepticism.

Stop staring at me, hoe..

"...Since when did you need a roommate?"
"... I don't need one, she's just a friend. She told me she needed someone to split the rent with and still have a roof over her head."
"You live in a pent, Azrael."
"Stop calling me Azrael..."
"What?"
"What?"

...Fuck, that slipped out.
Shit.
I bit my lip, trying to find a better excuse. I can't do this anymore. Please let me go home.

I closed my eyes shut, hoping for a miracle.

To my surprise, there was a miracle.
Az's caller ID was flashing through my phone as its symphony rang. Holy  fuck.

I swiped the "answer" button so hard that I almost strained my index finger. I excitedly beamed into the call, innocently delivering a greeting to this lovely human specimen.

"Azrael Kovalsky speaking, wh-"
"Rael, I burnt the kitchen."
"...What?"

Remember when I called her a "lovely human specimen"?

I take it back.